Imagination Poems

Poetry on human imagination that reaches as far as mind can travel. A collection of imagination poems, so beautifully liberating, one starts living in the world of possibilities. Imaginative poetry infests such magical powers to our thoughts, we can be what we think of being. Reading each of this poem about imagination takes us a step closer to our crazier self, a self that is lost in the rut of daily life. Imagine and poetry shall happen to you!

Dull, dark, dank and desolate, Standing amidst the crowd of all things ignored. It mulls over the utter uselessness of being bestowed, Upon the creatures that so nonchalantly wave it off. What purpose does it serve, what fortune does it

Entangled in strings, my heart plucks a twang sometimes a tune in melody and sometimes offkey notes I strike. Pulled between the two a knotty yo yo I do. it is then I lapse into a silence that takes me

Slipped from the tree fell into the beautiful bushes Tickling the hell out of me Cold Cold water touch my feet to comfort Wasteful thoughts sieved out Let’s call upon the sunlight and complete this Portrait that consists of me

I wished once to be a mountain Rivers flowing by my side My feet resting where waters drain Seawards, and there to meet the tide Then, wished I to be that river Meandering on course diverse Heading to sea till

Let’s be swans in another life, Stand in peace side by side. Touch one another with eyes, Look chaste and princely white. Purity we will symbolize, When we spread up to rise, Become envoys from the skies And sing together

Flipping pages inhaling words Like open arms and fluttering birds. A clay pot, a blue sky. Paddy fields passing by. Just touch each word, it comes to life With laughter, anger, pleasure and strife I travel with people living in

The earth shook violently Everybody thought it was an earthquake They rushed out of their homes And took shelter in the open! One Man sat on his bed smiling, Realizing… Knowing fully well… That Mother Earth Had reciprocated The vibrations

O sleepless night! I am in love with you! O youthful night, the belle of the ball! Thine veritable messengers, the stars, the comets And the meteors Arrived on time. How majestic they are, these celestial bodies! How magnificent is

I wake up to cobble stone steps, And the smell of decadent crepes! Next thing I know, I’m sipping Chardonnay, While the harmonica in the background, plays. I’m cycling through fields of sun-kissed vines, With picturesque views, I’m cheerily entwined.

Dragonfly on the rock. Daydreams in the sky. Men that matter on the deck. Women a far cry. Children fishing on the rocks, gathering crabs that claw. Picking nets of blue synthetic, meshed like entwined twine. Twirling networks on ship

Have you ever heard the tale about the hedgehog with no spikes, such a sweet little boy who all the other’s didn’t like? A case of alopecia, there was nothing they could do, such a sad little hedgehog who cried

Black hole in my china cup, You swirl round in vortices; Rising, falling, twirling up, You mind me no notices! In your twirling eye, black As pitch, I see me in a café; Sitting up and sitting back, Stirring black-hole

A wretched little hut still stands. Stained windows, a cranky door. There was laughter in it once, but nobody lives here anymore. Broken down by the waves of time, Still putting up a bold front. Violence, loneliness, pain, people moved

My mind Is a wandering albatross! It soars High-up Into the azure blue sky Over the seas And oceans Where no other bird flies! It does not Look for land To descend after a long And tiring flight! It is

This is me. What do I look like? Well…I look a bit like this: Tall, slim, longish hair… But what colour is my hair? Blond? Brown? Bubblegum pink? And how does my story go? Well…it goes something like this: You

Surely this is not just that– Brat of imagination Running amok?! I thought I saw a man Cajoling, indulging, Planting plans in my head! Then he disappeared In grey ashes and smoke Left-over embers of silence! Only me talking to

I believe the ‘wee of a day’ Is the early morning when The babes are still sleeping The cocks have not yet crowed Hounds are just coming from the hunt Owls have not yet started dreaming. I believe the ‘wee

The movement of the water that surrounds me The slowing down of the force between us The balance of the water holding me like a mother holding its child The character of our bodies reflect its simple gestures The openness

How will I paint your smile, so mystical, I’m no Rembrandt or Michelangelo, Your voice, soothing and musical, I grope for notes, to strike the keys aglow; How can I save the imprints of your touch, Preserve endearing kiss-marks of

Those aerodynamic seconds when Tarzan catapults between climbers through wild greens A nose sprouted on my scalp steers my body into wheels of motion as the doormat whisked from under, flutters Into a maze of colour then of frolic and

Imagine a world of love and laughter; of fun filled days and freedom till after the tea time call or the playtime bell, get back into line or you’ll catch some hell. Imagine a world of wonder and jest; of